Author's note - I have no idea what kenny's Mom name is so in my story she's called karen yeah? Ok.

I made my way to my English class as I heard the bell, normally I would have skipped but since my mom had gotton ill, I wanted to make her proud.

English was the only class on a Friday that I had with Stan. I often envied Stan, I mean who wouldn't? Stan had positively everything a boy could want. He was the normal guy and it totally sucked knowing that you would be 2nd best to a boy like Stan. A good heart, a caring loving family, something that I didn't have. Nah, all I had was an orange parka.

"Kenny dude, wanna go and see that T and p movie with us? You know the new one, I know your mom's ill and everything but I really would want you to come? Please?" I sighed undid my hood and looked at Stan with my big green eyes and stared at his big blue eyes. I must have been lost in them as Stan hit me hard on his head with his text book.

"Yeah, I know im gorgeous and all but Ken is you even listening to me?"

Yeah drop dead gorgeous….

"Yeah sorry I was thinking. Sure I'll come." Stan gave me that warm smile like he always did when Wendy told Stan that she loved her.

And that was it. I was trapped, trapped in my own confusion. Did I think Stan was cute? Oh Jesus.

I suppose, for as long as I could remember, I loved chicks. Chicks to me were the world. Their slender legs, boobs, everything. I had earned a rep for it and my rep would be ruined if I said I was gay. I decided to wait for now, to see if I had any more feelings.

Stan told me to meet him and Kyle, yeah course he had to come out side the cinema at 7. Until then, instead of going to Stark's pond and just thinking, I went home to my run down shack.

It had gotton worse over the years, the mini fridge that we had stolen, yes me dad stole it, had gotton worse to the point where we had to throw it out.

Lunch was the favourite dinner for me at school, Because the dinner ladies know me to well; well I did sleep with most of them so they always gave me free helpings.

I opened the door and smiled. My dad wasn't home and that meant good news. I never really liked it when my dad was there, not really. This might sound a bit fussy especially from me but he sometimes smacks me and also when he's sober. He always tells me that im no good and when they made me it was a mistake. That hurts. Really and truly. I just let my head down and went upstairs. I had to careful for the broken glass and the stairs. One false move and ouch.

"Mom?" I called, praying she wasn't dead.

"Kenny?" I smiled. I really did love my mom, she was always there for me and I suppose she was the main reason when Eric left that I didn't have a nervous breakdown.

I went in her bedroom, well if you call it that. There were windows broken, litter everywhere and things. There was my mom, snuggled in her coat but what made me sad was that she was crying.

"Momareyou ok?" She smelt nice but she was still ill.

"Im ok sweeties… tell me about your day please." So I did apart from the Stan bit of course. I was half way through telling mom about maths class that I heard the door slam. Shit! My dad's back. I heard the footsteps on the stairs, I froze. My dad always made me feel so nervous.

"Karen you there pumpkin?" Pumpkin… damn, he was drunk. He never called mom that unless he was drunk... Being drunk meant bad news.

Karen Shivered and said "in the bedroom sweetie" Stuart entered the bedroom and immediately saw Kenny.

"And what the fuck do you think you are doing hear retard? Aren't you meant to be doing your homework?" I shuddered and said

"Nah, Can't Be Arsed"

"What? YOU DO YOUR HOMEWORK YOUNG MAN ALRIGHT?"
"DON'T SHOUT LIKE THAT AT KENNY!"
"JULIA, YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! I CAN EASILY BREAK YOUR ARM YOU KNOW!" He made towards me and slapped me hard on my arm. Instantly my tears fell and I wished my mom would help me.

I started to make the broken door and turned back, instead of seeing the sight of my mom kicking my dad's arse, I saw them making out. I felt sick as I ran into my own room. I heard sudden moaning noises but I ignored it, I was too fucking used to it by now.

I looked at my watch. 6:30pm. better get going; the moans were still going on as I walked down the road.